Chapter 2

Time seemed to move in slow motion.

I saw the arrow cutting through the air, heading straight for my chest, its silver tip shining and for a split second, I thought, So this is how it ends.

Thrown away. Hunted. Left to die in the woods like an animal.

Maybe that was how it was supposed to be.

But my body refused to give up.

Before I could even think, my hand lifted on its own and suddenly, darkness appeared between me and the arrow. Not just a shadow. Real, solid darkness that looked like smoke turned alive.

The arrow struck it and crumbled to dust.

Everything stopped.

Marcus slowly lowered his crossbow, eyes wide. “What the hell…”

I looked down at my hand. Black strands twisted around my fingers, moving like they had a mind of their own. They pulsed with heat, not pain, familiar somehow. Like they’d been part of me all along, just waiting to wake up.

“She just used magic,” Cole said, his voice trembling as he stepped back. “Dark magic—”

“That’s not possible,” Jace argued, though his voice shook too. “She doesn’t have a wolf. She can’t—”

But the shadows around me pulsed, alive, and something deep inside me stirred.

Ancient. Wild. Waiting.

At last, a low voice growled in the back of my mind. You finally let me out.

My heart froze.

That voice—I knew it. It was the same one I’d heard the night my mother died. The same one that haunted my dreams for years.

“Who…” I tried to speak, but the words stuck in my throat.

Because I already knew.

It was my wolf.

She hadn’t been gone. She hadn’t been sleeping.

She’d been locked away.

My mind flashed to the pendant, my mother’s pendant, the one I’d buried years ago, terrified of what it meant. It had kept her hidden, quiet, sealed inside me.

And now, there was nothing stopping her.

Run, she commanded. Now.

“Shoot her!” Marcus yelled, lifting his crossbow. “Before she—”

I didn’t wait.

My body moved before I could think, sprinting into the forest. Arrows whistled past my ears, cutting through the night, but none of them touched me.

The shadows ran with me.

They swirled around my body, forming a shield, pushing me forward faster than I’d ever moved. Trees blurred past, the ground vanished beneath my feet and for the first time in years, I felt free.

I wasn't running.

I was flying.

"She's heading for the border!" Jace yelled. "Cut her off!"

More voices joined the hunt. More footsteps. The pack enforcers were calling for backup, and I could hear howls in the distance as wolves joined the chase.

They were going to kill me.

All of them. Every single of them.

Let me out, my wolf growled again, fighting inside me. Let me fight!

"I don't know how!"

Stop thinking and just feel!

An arrow scraped across my shoulder, tearing through my sweater and slicing into my skin. I screamed, stumbling forward as warmth spread down my arm.

The pain was hot and sharp and real.

I pressed my hand to the wound, feeling blood run between my fingers.

Another arrow flew past

This one hit a tree next to my head, so close I felt the wind from it.

"Got her cornered!" Marcus shouted. "She's trapped!"

I looked up and realized he was right.

I'd run straight into a ravine. Jagged cliffs surrounded me on three sides, too high to climb. The only way out was back the way I came.

Where a dozen armed hunters were closing in.

"Nowhere to run now, freak," Marcus said, emerging from the trees with his crossbow aimed straight at my heart. The rest of them spreading out around him, surrounding me completely.

My back hit a stone.

This was it.

The end.

"Any last words?" Marcus asked, his finger resting on the trigger.

I looked at him, at all of them and I felt something inside me shattered.

Not my spirit.

Not hope

My restraint.

Every humiliation. Every beating. Every cruel word and mocking laugh and moment they made me feel worthless.

It all came rushing back in a wave of pure, burning rage.

"Yes," I said quietly, and my voice didn't sound like my own anymore. It was deeper, darker. "I have last words."

Marcus frowned. "What—"

"I'm done being your victim."

The shadows burst from me.

They erupted from my skin in a violent wave, slamming into the hunters with enough force to send them flying backward. Marcus hit a tree with a sickening crack. Jace and Cole went down screaming as darkness wrapped around their throats.

I fell to my knees, gasping, my entire body burning from the inside out.

And then the pain hit.

Not the arrow wound. Not the bruises or exhaustion.

The shift.

It began deep in my back, a sharp, twisting ache that felt like my bones were trying to shift into new places. Then the pain spread to my ribs, my shoulders, every joint in my body pulling apart and snapping back together in the wrong way.

I screamed.

"Stop please stop—"

I can’t stop it, my wolf’s voice echoed inside me, soft and almost sorry. We’ve been apart too long. It’s going to hurt.

"I can't—I can't do this—"

You don't have a choice.

My fingers curled into claws, actual claws, black and sharp, digging into the dirt. My jaw stretched, bones cracking as my face elongated into something else. Fur erupted across my skin, not growing but spreading from my pores like liquid shadow.

The pain was indescribable.

It felt like dying and being reborn at the same time.

I wanted to pass out. I wanted it to stop. I wanted—

Suddenly, it was over.

The world looked different.

Sharper. Clearer. Colors I'd never seen before bled into my vision, silvery blues and deep purples and shimmering golds. I could hear everything: the panicked breathing of the hunters trying to crawl away, the flutter of moth wings fifty feet above, the rushing of a stream half a mile to the east.

And I could smell everything. The sharp tang of fear. The thick scent of blood. The bitter trace of silver in the air. The musk of wolves coming from the packhouse.

I glanced down at myself and froze.

I was huge.

At least twice the size of any normal wolf, maybe even more. My fur was so dark it seemed to swallow the moonlight, and shadows slid through it like smoke coming alive. My paws were enormous, claws digging into the soil, leaving faintly glowing prints that vanished after a moment.

Slowly, I lifted my head and saw my reflection in a puddle nearby.

Silver eyes stared back at me. My mother’s eyes.

But when anger rose inside me, something shifted. The silver darkened, swirling with black until my eyes looked like twin eclipsed moons glowing in the night.

“There,” my wolf purred, her voice filled with pride. Now do you see? Now do you understand?

And I did.

I wasn’t wolfless like everyone believed.

I was a Shadow Wolf—the last of a bloodline wiped out long ago, haunted to extinction. The kind of creature from legends, whispered about in old stories, the kind parents used to scare their children.

But I wasn’t a story. I was real. And for the first time in my life, I was free.

Marcus pushed himself up against the tree, his face white with terror. "Monster," he whispered. "You're a fucking monster—"

I turned to face him, and he flinched.

Good.

Let him be afraid.

Let them all be afraid.

I took a step toward him, my massive paws silent on the forest floor despite my size. The shadows moved with me, coiling through the air.

"Please," Marcus begged, his voice shaking. "Please, I'm sorry—"

Kill him, my wolf urged. He hurt us. They all hurt us. Make them PAY.

I wanted to.

God, I wanted to.

But as I stood there, staring down at the man who'd tormented me for years, who had made my life hell, I realized something:

Killing him wouldn't change anything.

It wouldn’t take away the rejection. It wouldn’t undo the pain or make the pack see me differently.

It would only prove them right that I was the monster they always said I was.

I leaned in close, until my muzzle was inches from his face, and growled:

"Tell your Alpha that Selene Hale is no longer his problem. But if he ever comes after me again..." My voice came out deeper, darker and heavy. "I'll show him what a real monster looks like."

Then I turned and ran.

Not back to the packhouse. Not toward safety.

I ran deeper into the forest, into the dark, into freedom.

I ran for hours.

Time didn't matter in this new body, with the shadows wrapping around me and the forest opening up like it had been waiting for me all along.

Eventually, exhaustion caught up with me, my body gave out.

My legs trembled. The shift had drained everything I had, and I was running on fumes.

I stumbled into a clearing and collapsed, my massive body hitting the ground hard.

The world blurred and swayed.

I tried to shift back to return to my human form but I didn't know how. My wolf was in control now, and she wouldn't let go.

Rest, she murmured, her voice softer now. We're safe here. Rest.

"Where... where are we?" I managed to ask her.

Far from them. Far from the pack. We crossed the border an hour ago.

The border.

I was in No Man's Land now. The stretch of forest between pack territories where rogues lived. Wolves without homes, without rules.

Dangerous.

But no more dangerous than the pack that wanted me dead.

My eyes drifted closed, too heavy to keep open.

Just before sleep claimed me, I heard something.

Footsteps.

Human footsteps.

And a voice—male, rough, cautious:

"Holy shit... is that a Shadow Wolf?"